Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Somalia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lalann to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
Mars,
Motorama,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.